I’m sure the noisy crowd has lots to say about what they’re seeing, but I have complete tunnel vision focused only on Adam’s handsome features as he scans me up and down. Then the instant he realizes what I’ve done, his eyes slam back to mine just as the band switches from the intro music and plays the powerful downbeat of the tango.
Sophie had been more sure than I was that I’d fit into Megan Keef’s dress from that Days of Our Lives scene, which she borrowed from her client, Ms. Keef. As with most things, Sophie was exactly right; the dress fits perfectly.
“May I have this dance?” I ask, extending the rose to him. The quirk of his brow lets me know that he recognizes I’m stealing his line. Time stands still as I wait for his reply. This feeling—the terror in my gut—is exactly why I’ve never taken a chance like this before. But now, waiting for Adam to say yes or no, to play along or shut me down, I realize that no matter how he reacts, I’m glad I did it. I’m proud of myself.
And then the wait is over. Probably only milliseconds went by, but I clearly wasn’t the only one holding my breath. When Adam stands up, never once looking away from me as he takes the rose and gallantly kisses my hand like in a Cary Grant movie, a collective sigh echoes mine.
He leads me to the center of the floor. As he pulls me against the length of his body for the opening position, he whispers in my ear, “You know the moves?” And I whisper back, “I watched it on repeat for two days straight. I know it by heart.” He doesn’t give a lot away, but I can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
And on the next downbeat, we dance. I’d practiced until I thought my feet were going to fall off, but nothing prepared me for what it would be like to be in Adam’s arms. As if he’d done the dance yesterday, Adam didn’t hesitate for an instant. I feel his strong hand at my back as he guides me through a complicated turn.
The tango is a sexy dance. I never thought I’d live up to the energy, the sultriness, but with every turn, I am snapped back into the basic step, with Adam’s hand on my lower back, his left hand firmly holding mine, and his eyes focused only on me. I feel myself falling more and more under the dance’s spell, letting myself completely get swept away. We get to the part of the routine where I slide my leg up his thigh, and I execute it with a genuine confidence that is now coursing through my veins. And Adam is clearly affected by my assurance as his hand trails slowly, steadily, smoothly from my ankle up my thigh. And then with more grace than I could have ever hoped for, he dips me into the gorgeous final pose. He holds me inches above the ground, his lips so close to mine that I can feel his breath fanning my face.
From the moment the spotlight hit Adam, the crowd ceased to exist for me; I didn’t hear them or see them. But now, even with the blood pounding in my ears, I hear the hoots and hollers, the clapping and cheering as Adam holds me still in the dip and breaks into a huge smile.
“Well, Scripty, as far as ‘romantic gestures’ go… this has to be one of the best ever.”
I smile up at him, caught in the moment, still breathless from our dance. I can’t help the awareness creeping in that we are still center stage—I even hear Billy Fox’s voice loud and clear: “Dancing with the Stars has nothing on you guys, huh? Maddy gets a ten!” But I’m not chickening out now. My hand moves from where I’ve had it braced on his shoulder to slide through the honey-brown shaggy hair on the back of his head. I don’t need a script to know this is the perfect moment for a kiss. I pull him those last few inches and when our lips connect, it’s magic.
Adam effortlessly holds us in place, allowing the kiss its beautiful perfect moment. The next thing I know my head is spinning as he sweeps me up into his arms just as his character on Days did, taking me to the edge of the crowd to place me back onto my feet in the shadows. The party continues around us, the band goes back to their cover tunes, but he doesn’t let go.
We pass Sophie dragging her husband toward the dance floor. She slows down to whisper, “Well done, my friend,” in my ear before turning to Jacob and pronouncing, “We are definitely taking dance lessons.”
Adam smiles but isn’t distracted from staring deep into my eyes.
“So, now what?” he asks me softly.
“Um, I don’t know,” I admit unsteadily. “I only planned this far…,” I begin before my voice trails off.
“You know what that means, then, don’t you?” I can tell by the twinkle in his eye that he’s up to something.
“No, what does it mean?”
“From here on out…” That cocky grin on his face makes him even more handsome. I love how he’s looking at me, drinking me in. “We’re ad-libbing.”
Roll End Credits
Int. Pete’s Tavern—night
It’s hard to hear over the noise of the crowd gathered at Pete’s Tavern, but the second the opening credits come on (“Executive Producer: Madelyn Carson”—still gives me chills), everyone starts yelling, “SHHH!” I can’t help but be touched that over a hundred people go from decibel 11 to zero so quickly. I’ve seen the first episode of Never Cry Wolf so many times at this point. Now that it’s finally premiering on TV, I am watching everyone else’s faces, not the television hanging in the corner by the bar.
It was Pete Jr.’s idea to host the premiere party here, and I couldn’t have hoped for a better turnout. Everyone is here, and even though they are all silent, it is easy to feel the energy and enthusiasm for the show. A fruity cocktail appears in front of me.
“They love it,” Adam whispers softly so as not to be shushed by the entranced crowd. Where does he even find those little umbrellas in Wolf? “You can stop worrying now, Scripty.”
I smile as he drops a kiss on my ear before moving to stand next to me to size up the reactions. Anticipating this moment, their response has guided me every step of the way of producing this show, especially during the sixty-plus hours in the editing booth last month. I drove myself (and Janine and Joel… and Adam too) crazy making sure that, above all else, everyone would be happy and proud to have participated.
“Look at the lovebirds!” Lily busts us as soon as the show goes into the first commercial break. The second they see an ad, the whole crowd erupts in loud applause, laughter, and some good-natured teasing.
“Maddy, it’s fantastic!” Brian gives me a quick squeeze. “So, what did you end up telling your parents? Did you let them see the show early?”
It was a tough call—I even brought my brothers into the debate. My parents have been dying to see the show, and they knew I’d been slaving away, editing it. The second I had explained that I sent Hogan links to cuts of scenes, my parents began begging for a sneak peek. But it was a consensus from the Carson children that our parents wouldn’t be able to resist forwarding the e-mail to their entire contact list, like they forward every semi-decent joke e-mail they get. A whole week of secrecy? No way would they keep it under wraps until the premiere.
“Of course not!” I say with such sincere determination that all three of them laugh.
“What do your parents think? You know, so we can keep the story straight,” Lily asks.
“I told them it wouldn’t be finished until the last minute.” I do feel bad about the little white lie, but it really isn’t that big of a stretch since I only got the final approval from the network last week.
The conversation abruptly cuts off as the show comes back on. All of a sudden it’s so quiet again, you can hear every word. I smother a laugh, imagining the network PR team having a coronary over the very unglamorous setup we have here. They’d suggested bringing in a fancy LA party planner to throw up some massive decorations and big flat screens and have a red-carpet press event to cover the occasion. Luckily that idea was overruled by everyone, including Sophie Atwater, the show’s publicist.
“It just feels wrong,” I had said last week at dinner on a double date with Sophie and Jacob. Sophie insisted on treating me to a special dinner when I sent the group text that the network had officially approved the episode.
As usual, we vowed no shoptalk at dinner, and as usual we couldn’t avoid it when conversation turned to the network pressure to have a big launch party.
I told Sophie how much I hated the idea.
“What makes the show work,” Adam offered succinctly, “is that they’re not Hollywood. A big red carpet event wouldn’t make sense in Wolf.”
“I’ll handle the network,” Sophie said confidently. “You just go have fun with your friends. Tweet a picture from the party so your new fans can feel they were a part of the celebration. Selfishly, it will help me feel like I’m there.”
“I’m sorry we won’t be able to join you this weekend. I am looking forward to getting Sophie back on a pair of skis.” Jacob is always so formal in comparison to the actors I’m usually around, but his deadpan expression didn’t last more than a second with Sophie’s dramatic reaction.
“I told you, Jacob. Not in a million years! I can’t even walk through the door without tripping.” Before she got too carried away, Jacob’s expression let her know he was teasing. She gave him an affectionate swat and then turned to me. “I’m more your snow bunny. I’m happy to wait for you in the lodge.” Jacob whispered something in her ear, and I remember thinking how amazing it is that Adam and I are sitting here watching this coupley moment and it wasn’t awkward at all.
“Maddy and I are so bummed we can’t be at Billy’s premiere. I hope he understands,” Adam says to Sophie.
When I got the official airdate for Never Cry Wolf, my heart sank that it conflicted with the premiere of Billy’s latest movie. Adam didn’t even hesitate to let me know he’d be by my side.
“He’ll be fine. Don’t worry. He’s going to tweet about the show too. Help get the word out,” Sophie said with finality. “Enough work talk… we’re here to celebrate not working!”
I’m so glad we stuck to our guns about the premiere party, because this night is exactly what I pictured: intimate, warm, and low key. I’m almost dizzy from the feelings coursing through me as I stare out at the sea of family and friends, with Adam’s arm around me. Just as the second act ends, my eyes fall on the giant basket of champagne, flowers, and cupcakes with the show’s logo that Sophie sent. Thank God I remembered about the picture I’m supposed to take for Sophie. Perfect timing, since there’s another commercial break.
“Hey, everyone!” I shout over the dull roar that breaks out in an instant. Adam sees me pulling my phone out and gives a loud whistle that gets all heads turning. “Picture time!” he shouts.
“Come on, everyone, over here!” I have my phone lifted over my head as high as I can, but I can see on the screen that I’m getting only a small portion of the people. Before I can figure out where to reposition myself, I feel my feet leaving the ground. Adam grabs me around the thighs and lifts. My head is spinning, but not just from the altitude. Even though we’ve been back together for a few months now, I still get an electrical charge every time he touches me. I think I always will.
“One! Two! Three!” Everyone yells and cheers as I take the picture.
Adam lowers me back to the ground, but even with the crowd all around us, it’s such an intimate moment. His hands are wrapped around me with my back pressed against his chest, his face over my right shoulder.
“I love you, Maddy.” He whispers it into my ear. Simply. No fancy gestures, no elaborate buildup. It’s the first time he’s said those three little words, and it happens in a noisy, crowded bar in the middle of the premiere of my show. Somehow, coming from him, it’s just right.
“I love you too.” I can’t believe how easy it is to finally say it, how wonderful it is to get off my chest something I’ve been feeling and thinking for so long. I turn around and bury my face in his delicious-smelling chest.
“Hey, hey, get a room, you two,” Matthew jokes loudly, and then Mike, right behind him, grumbles, “Can you please not say things like that?” Mike will never let go of being the intimidating big brother, which he’s made clear at every family barbeque this summer. But I know he loves Adam and is so happy for me.
“I love it, sis. You did amazing.” A big Mike hug follows. As he heads back to the bar, I feel a buzz in my back pocket.
Ed: Great picture on Twitter. You did it. Congrats. Can’t wait to see numbers tomorrow. Good job.
It’s an incredible pat on the back from Ed. I’m still glowing, staring at the text when Adam calls my attention to the table in the corner where my parents have sat all night with their friends, beaming with pride. I see the back of a head full of shaggy, gray overgrown hair. Hogan’s here.
I take Adam’s hand and drag him over to say hello.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, ” Hogan says, giving me a big hug.
“I can’t believe you made it at all.” I know how hectic his schedule is, getting ready for season three.
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“How do you think the show will do, Hogan?” my mom asks.
“Honestly, Helen, I don’t care what the ratings say.” That’s not exactly something you hear every day from a Hollywood producer. Even Adam looks surprised by Hogan’s response. “I’m proud the show is an HCP production. No matter how it does. I know I was right in trusting it to her.”
It’s too much. I swallow a huge lump in my throat as I hug Hogan again.
The show is over and someone shouts, “Hey, you DVRed it, right, Pete? Let’s watch it again.”
And then Brian steps up. “Great idea. But first, a toast. Maddy, get up here.”
I do as I’m told, and Brian says all sorts of lovely things about how proud everyone is of me and how much the show means to everyone in Wolf. I try to take in all of his words as I see all of my friends and family around the room. Through the tears I finally can’t hold back, I think: This is not how I would have imagined this script ending, but there you have it. I never thought I’d say it, but life is just better without a script.
A Note from the Author
I had such fun writing this novel. In some ways, the process is not that much different from acting. It’s so exciting and rewarding to create a world full of characters that I would want to hang out with… and I’ll be honest, a lot of them are based on my real-life friends and family. Is that cheating? I do have a friend whose motto is “Never trust the actors”—she says it in a joking voice, but she’s so not kidding. I wonder if this book will change her mind… I doubt it. My makeup artist is definitely every bit as sassy as Stella is. The tight-knit dynamic I attempted to re-create among the crew on The Wrong Doctor definitely mirrors my experiences both at The Biggest Loser and Days of Our Lives. When you work together for such long hours, in sometimes tense, often exhausting situations, you get close quick, you learn to rely on each other, and it is very much like a second family.
I can never say enough how important being a part of Days has been to me for the last twenty-one-plus years. Adam’s story gave me the chance to reveal a little of what life is like there, a bit of how we do things, and maybe most importantly, how indescribably meaningful the experience has been.
I borrowed Maddy’s quirky movie-quoting habit from my own life. I love movies. I especially love quoting movies. It goes way back to my brothers and I sitting around the dinner table making John Hughes movie jokes as kids—everything from Planes, Trains & Automobiles to Vacation. It’s still one of our favorite bonding activities. On set at Days, we don’t go a day without referencing the classics—and by that I mean Arthur (the original with Dudley Moore), Dirty Dancing (“Nobody puts baby in a corner”), Princess Bride (in its entirety)… I could go on and on. So it seemed only natural to make Maddy a movie quoter. I referenced lots of classic TV shows too, Friends, Seinfeld, etc. but here I have compiled a list of the movies that I referenced in the book:
A Fish Called Wanda
Airplane
The Big Chill
Can’t Buy Me Love
The Eagle Has Landed
Forrest Gump
T
he Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Jaws
Jurassic Park
Princess Bride
Real Genius
School of Rock
Sleepless in Seattle
Spaceballs
Star Wars
The Terminator
Vacation
Young Frankenstein
Looking at this list, I’m cracking up at how I’m dating myself. But these movies shaped my generation. If you don’t know them, you should. “If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up”—ha, see that, I just tossed in a Ferris Bueller’s Day Off quote for good measure. But seriously, if you’ve never seen these movies, or it’s just been a while, add them to your queue. Rent, on-demand, download them. You’re welcome.
Acknowledgments
I find it’s both easy and difficult to write the acknowledgments for this novel. Easy because there are lots of people to thank, I know who they are, they know who they are, and listing them is pretty straightforward. It only gets complicated because I hope to sincerely express to every person mentioned how important they are to me and how grateful I am to have them in my life.
So, Deidre Decker-Wilson, you’re first. And we both know why. “He’s taking the knife out of the cheese… do you think he wants some cheese?” But seriously, I hope you know how much I appreciate working with you every day. Our jokes, your serenades, talent, and, most especially, your compassion.
Matthew Elblonk, you were the first person to meet Maddy Carson. I love how open you are to brainstorming with me and allowing me to bounce every crazy idea off you. Thank you for gently guiding me in the right direction. Thank you for championing me every step of the way.
It was such a joy to work side by side with you on this novel, Christine Pride. You kept me on track and focused. It sometimes felt like we were Maddy’s friends, concerned for her love life and excited for her career opportunities. Thank you for helping bring her to life.
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